~One Direction Oneshots & Short Stories~BoyxBoys~

Depressing Love~ Niam

My friend is depressed. Or I think he's my friend. He lost his sister to a crash when he was 14. It's been almost three years since the accident and he is still very withdrawn from us. He doesn't laugh almost anymore. He doesn't smile his perfect smile anymore. He's never happy. He thinks we all don't care about him. That we don't care about his pain and the pain he's been going through most of his high school life. He doesn't talk to people much. He doesn't talk to his friends so much either. He's stopped talking to me as much too. It's heart breaking. Because he thinks everybody hates him. He thinks nobody wants anything to do with him. That nobody could give a damn if he lost someone who was dearest to his heart. And that is true for a lot of his friends. Those stuck-up, two faced, 'popular' kids couldn't care less if he was in pain. They probably didn't know it, but they added onto the pain for him. Laughing in his face thinking everything is fine when they know very well that day when he walked into the street with his sister, school being dismissed with all the other kids walking to their homes or buses. Oblivious to the tragedy that would unfold before them. He had stopped to tie his shoe in the street as his sister went on since there were no cars on the stretch of road at the time. He was always a clumsy one. When seemingly out of nowhere, a speeding car came baring down the narrow street. Too fast to see the young girl standing right before it, frozen like a deer. Because that's what happens when you're faced with death. He watched before himself as the car hit his sister violently, sending her body a few feet away. The horror before my eyes. The screams around him and the shouts and yelling as that car sped on. I watched him, stand up and run to his sisters side, tears already streaming. Because he already knew that his sister had not survived that hit. She would now be gone from his life as long as he lived. As long as he lived. That is what drove him to try and commit suicide at least five times over the pass three years. People at school heard about the attempts of death and distanced themselves form him. Like they couldn't be seen with the 'weird, suicidal boy'. The teachers acted like they couldn't care less. Why he never talked to me, I'll never know. He knows I'd keep any secret and give him the best advice of my ability. Because I loved him with all my heart. Well, he didn't know my love for him. If only he knew. If only he knew how badly I wanted to make him feel better and hold him in my arms and sing to him until he could crack a smile. He's probably never thought of that because he probably thinks I hate him. We've drifted apart more and more, gradually over the years. So he thinks I've stop talking to him because I don't care anymore. But really, I find it hard because he gives off a negative feeling that makes me turn away. I feel so bad that I've turned away from him because I feel that was the only thing holding him and our friendship together. We used to be so close. Now we are so far. It takes such a toll on you when the one you love doesn't even like you or want to like you back. Standing right next to him, not even saying a word. Pretending like the other doesn't exist. Why does he have to be so sad? I just hope things will get better soon because, it's starting to affect me too.

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"Please Liam, I don't wanna talk." He said so coldly to me.

"Niall, please! I want to help you. Why won't you talk to me?" I pleaded.

I had made an attempt to talk to him when I made up my mind that I would go to his house. Though his mom told me at the door he wouldn't want to be bothered, I persisted and eventually persuaded her to let me talk to him. Now, I'm having second thoughts.

"I don't want to talk. I don't need your help. Why are you here anyway?" He was lying on his bed face down.

"Because Niall, I care! You might not think so, but I care so much about you. I've always cared. And it breaks me to see you brush me off like I was never there for you. Let me be there for you!" I cried.

"You don't care." He said into his pillow. I could tell he was starting to cry.

"Yes I do. Niall, I do. Why wouldn't you believe that?" I said.